Marteeka's Dreams

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Irish Sugar -- Hump Day goodness

Ice fills my soul. Nothing matters to me but my brothers. I'd kill for them. Every death chips away at the hint of humanity still clinging to me. And when the day comes to pay for my misdeeds....I don't think about that... Until then I will bask in my transgressions allowing the passion of my chaos to keep me warm. I'm the thing you fear when darkness surrounds you. If you're in my cross-hairs, you're as good as dead. My name is Fionn O'Shea. Death is all that matters...

Until...her.

She alone fills the gaps in my soul, returns my humanity. By protecting her, perhaps some part of me will be redeemable when I must answer for my sins. She brings order to my chaos, keeps me warm when the ice threatens to over take me.If you threaten her, you'll pray for the monsters in the dark to take you. But they won't. I'll bring your pain. I'll bring your suffering. I'll live for nothing else... 

 
This contemporary, interracial romance is filled with sex and just enough violence to tickle your fancy. Fionn is a gangster and a killer. His character reflects that. While Fionn and LeeAnn may not have a conventional love, they still love hard. Just like they kill. And, oh, what a time they have...


EXCERPT!


Why the fuck was he torturing himself like this? Fionn was so captivated with LeeAnn he could hardly contain himself, yet he knew he couldn’t have her. Which puzzled the shit out of him because there were very few women he wanted who were out of bounds. Normally he’d have enjoyed her for a few days until Shannon told him his next move, then been done with her. If that meant he killed her father, if that meant he had to kill her, he’d have done it. Without regret or hesitation. He’d have made sure she had a clean, painless death, but other than that he never felt anything for anyone other than his brothers. Even those feelings were muted. But the need to make this woman feel safe, to protect her, was making him seriously edgy. For a man who though he was long devoid of feeling, this was a very uncomfortable place to be.
He stepped out of LeeAnn’s line of sight, but watched as she undressed and climbed into the steaming tub. As he’d noted when he’d undressed her for bed, the woman was stunning. Dark, dark, creamy skin looked as if she’d been airbrushed to perfection. If there was a mark on her body, he couldn’t find it. Her skin had a healthy, sexy glow about it that made him want to lick it to see if she glistened with honey. Which made him want to cover her in honey dust just so he could lick her from head to toe.
Note to self…purchase honey dust ASAP.
She groaned as she slid deeper into the water. A pang of regret for drugging her punched him in the chest, but he didn’t regret taking her. Only the means by which he’d acquired her.
Once she was safely in the water, he entered the bathroom, moving to lean against the vanity so he had an unimpeded view of her. When she gasped and covered her breasts, he felt the corners of his lips tug upward.
“It’s not as if I haven’t seen all of you. Besides, I have some questions for you. I promise I won’t look any more than necessary.”
“Can’t your questions wait until I’m decent? And sober?”
“I find that a little inhibition often loosens the tongue.”
She shrugged, still not moving her arms from her exquisite breasts. “I have nothing to hide. You don’t have to pull information out of me. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
“Everyone has something to hide,” he said. Fionn knew his voice and expression had gone suddenly cold. Secrets were a fact of life. One he hated, but, in his experience, anyone who said they had nothing to hide was a liar.
“I’m not everyone,” she said simply, meeting his gaze steadily. Fionn held it, wondering how long she could hold his stare. Surprisingly, she didn’t back down, didn’t gaze at him in fear or disgust. Who was this woman? LeeAnn Bates was either the bravest woman he’d ever met or the stupidest. Worse, he could detect no deception in her. She was simply stating a fact as she saw it.
Finally, he began his questions. “What do you know about your father’s ambitions regarding O’Shea business?”
“As far as I know, he has none,” she said simply. “All he’s ever told me about you is that I should stay away from anything to do with the O’Sheas. In fact, had I listened to him, I wouldn’t be here in the first place.”
“What do you mean?”
“He told me to stay away from the Irish. That the O’Shea family frequented the place and I didn’t want to be mixed up with them.”
“He was right, you know.”
“Yeah,” she said, arching an eyebrow. “I sort of figured that one out on my own. Now, can you please leave?”
“One more thing,” he said. “Is there a good chance your father will pay a ransom for you if we offered one?”
“Are you kidding? Of course! He’s probably worried sick about me! You are going to send me home. Right?” She gave him a look so innocent and trusting, Fionn scowled, rubbing his chest because something felt like it was stabbing him.
“We’ll see,” he said before exiting the bathroom. He left the door open, not wanting her to think she could simply dictate to him.
Fionn used the time to center himself. To get a grip on his raging libido. He’d blame it on not having been satisfied earlier but he hadn’t been in a bad way until he first laid eyes on LeeAnn. The woman had looked at him, not like the killer he was, but with complete trust he’d ransom her back to her father. Why would she do that?
She had to be willfully ignorant. Which meant she wasn’t the kind of woman he wanted hanging around. He knew she was intelligent, but sometimes intelligent people were so caught up in whatever seemed important to them, they couldn’t see the problems inherent in the real world.
It wasn’t long before she peeked her head around the door. “Um, I need something to wear.”
“You have my shirt. That will do for now.” He was curious to see how she’d handle this situation. And, God help him, scenario after scenario as to how he’d get her back in his bed—with him on top of her—was running through his mind at lightning speed.
“Panties?”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Fine,” she said with a huff. “No panties.” Opening the door wide, she exited the bathroom. All that dark, dark skin beneath his white shirt made him want to strip it off her quicker than she ever could have put it on. Those long, slender legs seemed to go on for miles. As she walked across the room to sit primly on the edge of the bed, Fionn took in her every move. Unfortunately, the shirt was long enough he wasn’t catching a glimpse of her sex or her ass, but he’d had hopes.
She pulled the shirt tight over her knees, covering every inch she could. Still, she didn’t flinch away from his gaze. “So, now what?” She might as well have been asking “What’s for dinner?” for all the emotion she showed. LeeAnn wasn’t afraid of him like she had been in the car.
“You don’t seem as…agitated as you were in the car. Have you forgotten how you got here?” Fionn had no idea why he was trying to stoke her fear. He’d hated it earlier, but now, he was puzzled as to her abrupt turnaround.
“No,” she said simply, with a shrug. “But you’re not a bad person. Besides, if you were going to hurt me, you’d have done it way before now.”
“You know nothing about me,” he snapped.
She blinked at him, as if he’d startled her with his outburst. “Well, no. But, like I said, you could have already done horrible things to me if you’d intended to. I don’t exactly want to buddy up with you but I’m not going to spend energy on useless worry.”
It was his turn to blink at her. Was she for real? “You’re shitting me. Aren’t you?”
“Why would I do that?”
“To get me to let my guard down. Let me assure you, better women than you have tried.”
“I’m not trying to do anything. But I would really, really like to have some underwear. It’s a bit drafty.”
After a lengthy pause, Fionn finally said, “You’re insane. Utterly insane.” There was no way to keep the dismay from his voice; he even chuckled a little before he caught himself.
Instantly her face changed, hardened. Fionn got the sense that she was only just now giving him her full attention. “I assure you, Mr. O’Shea, I’m perfectly sound of mind.”
What a puzzle! She was totally captivating. “I’m not convinced,” he muttered. “You’re in the home of a man who drugged and kidnapped you. You’re being held for ransom. And you’re more worried about not wearing panties?”
“It’s a valid concern.”
“I’m more interested in why I’m only now worthy of your notice.”
“I don’t like people assuming I’m not intelligent just because I don’t concern myself with trivial things. You said you weren’t going to hurt me. You said you were only waiting to ransom me to my father. If you were going to hurt me, you already would have. Why should I dwell on these things when there are other, more important things to do? Worry wastes energy I could spend on work.”
“You don’t have a job. You’re a full-time student.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m not working. I’m working on my doctorate in aerospace engineering with my emphasis on astronautics. That means I’m doing research when I’m not teaching classes. Once my project is complete, the research I’ve done will be enough to finish my Ph.D. So I have more on my mind than a man who has said he wasn’t going to hurt me.”
“Did it ever occur to you I could be lying?” Anger was beginning to smolder inside Fionn. Not because she was arguing with him or because she was disrespecting him. The woman had no concept of saving her own skin. There truly was no fear due to her situation. She should be begging him to let her go, offering to do anything he wanted if he’d just not harm her. Instead, she was taking him at his word? What was wrong with the woman?
“Why would you do that? You already have me where you want me. There’s no reason to lie to me.”

She sounded so reasonable, rational when he felt anything but. With a growl, Fionn stalked toward her, not stopping until he snagged her arms, pulling her to her feet. Fisting a hand in her hair, Fionn fastened his lips to hers. If he was turned inside out by her on every emotional and physical level possible, then, by God, she was going to be as well.



Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Tasty Tuesday -- Crescent-Wrapped Chicken Parmesan



8
uncooked chicken tenderloins (about 1 1/4 lb)
1/4
teaspoon salt
1/4
teaspoon pepper
3
tablespoons butter
2
oz deli mozzarella cheese
1
can (8 oz) Pillsbury™ refrigerated crescent dinner rolls
3
tablespoons grated Parmesan cheese
1
cup marinara sauce

Heat oven to 375°F. Spray cookie sheet with cooking spray; set aside. Season chicken with salt and pepper. In 10-inch nonstick skillet, melt 2 tablespoons of the butter over medium-high heat; cook chicken in butter 8 to 10 minutes or until chicken is well browned on all sides. Remove from skillet; cool slightly.

Cut mozzarella cheese into 8 pieces; cut small slits in side of each chicken tenderloin, and insert piece of mozzarella cheese. Unroll dough; separate into 8 triangles. Place piece of chicken on wide end of triangle; roll dough around chicken, and place on cookie sheet. Repeat for remaining dough and chicken.

In small microwavable cup, microwave remaining 1 tablespoon butter uncovered on High 15 to 30 seconds or until melted. Brush crescents with melted butter; top each with about 1 teaspoon Parmesan cheese.

Bake 14 to 18 minutes or until golden brown. In microwavable measuring cup, heat marinara sauce covered on Medium-High (70%) 1 to 2 minutes or until heated through. Serve chicken with heated marinara sauce.


Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Hump Day excerpt... Men of Honor: Jake

Traveling all the way to Arizona in a vehicle with Jake. Thank God Gunnar would be there too. Linda didn't trust herself not to make a move on Jake otherwise. He was a thorn in her side, a pain in her ass, and possibly the biggest player she'd ever met, but the man was seriously hot. How could any red blooded woman keep her hands off him? Which was the whole problem with Jake. She had to keep her hands off him.

Just as the thought crossed her mind, Jake moved closer to her. That slow, lazy swagger was nearly her undoing. He wore casual clothing -- jeans and a button up shirt -- but he wore it like a boss. Thick, strong thighs, lean hips, a broad chest, and bulging arms all beckoned her like a moth to a flame. If she could have picked any man in the world for physical beauty, it would have been Jake. Combined that with his protective tendencies and she was a total goner. Too bad he didn't have the same desires. The man could have -- and often did have -- any woman he wanted. Linda knew she was a good looking, even sexy woman. Given they were working together and he intended to make that a more permanent situation, and she didn't sleep with co-workers, there was absolutely no shot in hell to sample that luscious body.

"Should be an interesting operation," he drawled. That sexy roll of his words send shivers down her spine straight to her cunt. "Might require some undercover work."

"You're a bastard, Jake Carver," she bit out. "You keep to yourself and I'll do the same."

And there went that panty melting grin. "What? All in the name of the job. I might have to pretend I'm selling you to them to get us in. Isn't that undercover work?"

With a scowl, Linda pivoted around to exit the office. What else could she do? If she stayed there, she'd do something crazy like slap his handsome face. Or kiss him until he surrendered to her. Neither seemed like a sound option.

"Woah there, sunshine," he said, snagging her arm and pulling her back. He maneuvered her close enough to be all up in her personal space. "You're not leaving yet."

"Why the fuck not?" She let her anger show. "This isn't funny. This is my sister. I'm not playing some kind of twisted sex game with you. Not to pass the time on a lengthy trip. Not as a prelude to some kind of perverted sexual relationship. And I have no intention of leaving vice once this is done. I'm perfectly happy where I am."

"Ok. First of all, we've already established you want to play with bigger guns and explosives -- which is sexy as fuck. It's in your make up. Second, you don't know me, so you have no idea why I'm flirting my ass off with you. Third, and this is really the most important of the three, you will be in my bed before this operation is over. We're going to have nasty, dirty, sweaty sex in every position you've ever dreamed of. When it's over, we'll move from the bed to the back yard pool. From there, we'll try parking and see just how good an investment that Excursion I bought was. In each event, sex will be front and center. But, I will never -- never -- do anything at the expense of getting your sister back and closing down this drug highway. I expect you to put the mission first, too. I also expect you work as hard as you can to figure out where you're going to fit in with our team because you belong there. I know it. You know it. Accept it."



Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Tasty Tuesday -- Pumpkin Fudge (oh wow!!)

From Kate Steele -- Whenever I'd go to various festivals in the area where I live, I'd search for pumpkin fudge until I decided to make my own. Guaranteed yummy!


Pumpkin Fudge
3 c. sugar
1/2 c. (1 stick) butter
2/3 c. evaporated milk
1/2 c. pumpkin
1 tsp. pumpkin pie spice
Combine. Bring to a boil, stirring constantly. Boil 10 minutes. Remove from heat and add:
12 oz. pkg. butterscotch morsels
7 oz. marshmallow creme
1 c. walnuts
1 tsp. vanilla
Mix well. Pour in pan. Cool and cut.

THE EXCERPT!

Remembered terror and unparalleled pain made him tremble. His breaths became short and fast. The sensation of being trapped assailed him and Shanrem stumbled to the door and rushed through. He stopped short at the sight of the doctor, now accompanied by a male with familiar golden eyes. Shanrem’s knees chose that moment to fold, but his descent to the floor was halted by a strong and steady grip.

“Easy there. Let’s get you back to your bed. Do you remember me, Shanrem?”

Shanrem muttered a soft thank you and gladly accepted the support. “Yes. Your name is Zen.”

“That’s right.”

Warmth emanated from where Zen touched his arm. Shanrem took a shuddery breath and tried to relax. It was easier than he’d anticipated. Zen’s presence and the subtle male musk of his scent stole through Shanrem. For reasons unknown it calmed him, easing the sensations of panic. Upon reaching the bed, Shanrem gratefully sat and watched as his rescuer took a seat on the bed opposite his. Zen studied him with such intensity, it made Shanrem glad he wore the soft, loose pants in which he’d been dressed. Though the perusal was penetrating, still Shanrem felt no threat, not as he had every day he’d been among the Dukati.

As Doc fussed a bit taking readings with a bioscanner, Shanrem let his gaze roam over the man who’d spoken to him when he’d first awakened. Tall, but not quite as tall as Doc, what Zen lacked in height he made up for in bulk. The clothes he wore were not revealing, but they hugged his frame just enough to hint at the hard body and sleek muscles beneath them.

His face was a near perfect oval, with a slight squaring at the jaw line. His eyes, under even brows, were somewhat heavy-lidded, giving him a slumberous, sensual air. A strong nose, straight and wider than Shanrem’s, led his gaze to rest on a pair of lips that were full enough to tempt, but not so much as to seem pouty. They complemented his face, as did the spare stubble that dotted his chin, jaw and upper lip.

Zen’s skin was a medium mocha brown. What flesh was revealed by his face, the open V’d-neckline and short sleeves of his shirt, shone with a healthy luster. Under the surface in various places were a few faint and colorful markings, near invisible patterns that wandered and flowed. The opened neckline of his shirt also bared the beginnings of a silky-looking matt of hair that triggered an unexpected flutter in Shanrem’s belly and made his fingers twitch.

During the course of his studies, Shanrem had come across a picture of a man from Earth whose abdomen was adorned with hair that began at his collarbone and trailed down to and below the low-riding waistband of the pants he’d been wearing. Males on Shanrem’s planet had very little in the way of body hair other than some light furring around their genitals, so it had been an unexpected and arousing sight. One that he had used many times to fuel the fantasies he’d indulged in while bringing himself pleasure.

To see something similar now, in person, even under these circumstances, stirred those memories and he felt a flush heat his skin. Shanrem wasn’t sure if he should be shocked or grateful he was still capable of sexual excitement. The Dukati male who’d taken him as a pet had had no interest in giving Shanrem pleasure. Shanrem was there to be used and was made aware of it every time he’d been violated.

Shanrem forced his gaze from that intriguing chest to the hair on Zen’s head. Long enough to brush the collar of his shirt, varying shades of black, crimson, chestnut, chocolate and tawny gold blended into fine, pleasing patterns among its shining waves. Shanrem had seen little of the way his rescuer moved, but even that small amount had left an impression. He was quick when needed, self-assured and possessed an easy grace like that of animal. That thought brought a realization to Shanrem which explained Zen’s coloring.

“What race are you?” Shanrem asked.

As though expecting the question, Zen answered without hesitation, “Half Human, half Tulensian.”

“Mongrel.”

The warmth in Zen’s eyes winked out and was replaced by an impenetrable calm that hid his every emotion.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Hump Day HUMPs -- coming soon... Men of Honor: Jake

Linda ducked her head, not ready for him to see her expression. He'd know how much he affected her. If he didn't already. But he might also see straight through her and know she planned on skipping out to save her sister without him or the team.
With a sigh, she turned away from him. "Just give me a minute."
"For what?" His hand settled gently on her shoulder. She hadn't even heard him move. "For you to pull away from me? Please don't, Linda. Give us a chance."
Slowly, he urged her around to face him. Linda took a deep breath, trying to get herself under control enough to go along with him. She just needed to hold herself together for a little while longer.
"You can trust me," he said. "I'm not going to break your heart."
With a raised eyebrow, Linda replied, "Maybe I'll break yours."
Jake grinned. "I'm willing to risk it."
Linda went into his arms willingly. If she only had this night, she'd take it until it was time to leave. Then his lips found hers and she gave herself up to the pleasure he so effortlessly created within her.
Where the first time had been frenzied and desperate, this time the pace Jake set was slow and gentle, but no less passionate. Before, Linda had felt the need to battle Jake for dominance. Now, all she wanted to was to let him drive. She willingly followed his slow, measured kisses and caresses.
Hands on her hips, Jake held her against him, his cock beginning to pulse against her belly with each lazy thrust of his tongue. Before she realized what she was doing, her arms slid around his neck. Her fingers tangled his hair as she kissed him back, reveling in the textures of his lips, tongue, and skin. Had she ever been so inundated with sensation? Had sex ever been this all consuming?
Unable to focus on anything other than the feel of Jake's magnificent body wrapped around hers, Linda surrendered. Completely. Strong arms lifted her, carrying her back to the bed. She sighed in contentment to feel his weight coming down on her. When she left him, this might be all she had to sustain her. Because she knew in her heart Jake would never trust her again. So she'd cling to the memories they were making, knowing she'd never find another man who completed her the way Jake did.
Urging her legs around his hips, Jake lifted her. The next thing she knew, Linda was on the bed with Jake following her down, his big body pressing her into the mattress. He urged her leg over his hip and she dug her heel into his buttock. Strong arms locked around her, Jake kissed her neck gently as he rocked against her. His hard body seemed to imprint itself on hers as they moved against each other. The moment was laden with something she couldn't name. Didn't want to name. It would only make leaving that much harder.
His kissed his way to the swell of her breast lingering there a moment before finding a nipple and swirling his tongue around it. The pleasure was lazy and contented, like they'd done this a thousand times before. She arched to his mouth, soaking up the sensations like a greedy sponge.
When he left her breast, Linda protested, trying to tugg him back. Instead, he reached for the night stand, snagging a condom. Taking the little packet between his teeth, he ripped it open then sheathed himself before covering her fully again.
His gaze seemed to snare Linda's. She couldn't look away from him no matter how hard she tried. "Don't run away from me, baby," he whispered as he took her mouth again. "Don't run. Stay with me."
God, she wanted to! His big, warm body filled her with so much more than just his cock. He seemed be twining himself around her soul as well as her body.
With one easy thrust, Jake slid into her. The sensation was divine A little slice of heaven. His movements were languid. He was making love to her.
All at once the emotion welling up inside her was nearly overwhelming. Tears burned her eyes and stung her throat.
"What are you doing to me?" Her whispered question was almost a plea. For what? To stop? To never stop?